I Love You Too

While I was inpatient battling severe depression, I had nightmares every time I closed my eyes to sleep. Sometimes the dreams were about people yelling at me, other dreams were violence directed at me, other dreams I was running away from things that scared me.

The nightmares subsided when I was released, I stopped dreaming. Perhaps I was too tired to dream, perhaps the new medication blocked all dreams.

But last night I had a dream.

I dreamed about all the people who have shown up for me.

I dreamed about my mom and I dreamed about my sibling who lives in Europe I dreamed about my little sister.

I am on my own new chapter, but sometimes you have to start over to remember what you do have.

My family has been my rock. I love them so much.

I told a friend of mine who inspired me so much to follow my creative dreams the other day. She is such a powerful person who built an empire of her own from nothing. She responded by telling me that I inspired her with all the mediums I dabble with. I love you too.

I cannot exactly say I woke up optimistic, but I woke up feeling love and feeling loved.

My family might read this, who knows—but if you do…damn I love you and I am so appreciative of you.

Anyone who reads this blog and keeps up with it, I am also appreciative of you too. It fills me with hope that my experiences and creativity might affect or inspire someone to follow their dreams or simply to carry on through darkness.

At my core, my dream is to help others in the small ways I can help others. I want to teach others tangible skills, or even motivate others in similar situations to carry on though tough times.

But as shitty as things get, I just wanted to say I love you too.

Thank you.